(capo 1? casa)

(intro) Am

Am
I?m tired of saying
       G
That I won?t get lost ever again
    F              Am
Who knows, maybe I will

And everywhere I go
There I?ll be
       G
With a rust old rake in a pile of leaves
   F             Am
Oh my, truly daunting

       F
But my blue eyes
       Am
Cannot see
           F                    Am
That their real hue is probably green
              F                G
I should keep records of these things
         F         G          Am
And I?ll know what yesterdays bring

I?m not really sure
        G
But I?m starting to think that I?ve been here before
    F
Who knows
        Am
Maybe I have

And everywhere I went
                   G
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
   F         Am
Oh my, how amusing

      F
But my blue eyes
       Am
Cannot see
           F                    Am
That their real hue is probably green
              F                G
I should keep records of these things
         F         G          Am
And I?ll know what yesterdays bring

                         G
One time, there was this one time
             F          Am
When I swore God, she spoke to me
                            G
And she told me, oh yes she told me
           F                    Am
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,
                             G                            F
Won?t you, won?t you fill me up with it, wont you fill me up with it,
               Am
Won?t you fill me (repeat 4 times - Am G F )

    F
But my blue eyes
       Am
Cannot see
           F                    Am
That their real hue is probably green
              F                G
I will keep records of these things
         F         G          Am
And I?ll know what yesterdays bring

     F       G        Am
I am always there with me
         F         G          Am (hold)
And I?ll know what yesterdays bring